Hey you, JoJo-Yeah, I know your name.I thought I saw youjump a Utah trainbut I could not say.

I heard you tried toput your hat on a shelf-married a woman,went off and loved someone else.It could be as well.I cannot tell.

Hey you JoJo-don't you forget your name.They might try to keep youfrom the man you have been,so don't go that way.

The story I heardis that people are bored,and the measures you taketo wrestle with your lord,all the money you take,all the memories you spill-will He measure your time?will He measure your will?

One of these morningswill be the loudest you hear.You'll write your story on firecracker paper,and disappear.

The story I heardis that people are bored,and the measures you takejust to wrestle your lordare the measures you fakewhether you’re dead or just still-will He measure your time?will He measure your will?